When I became single again and started dating, exploring spirituality, and reading and writing poetry, I transformed again. Even though I was balding, I let my hair grow long in the back. I wore rings and bracelets (even with my Corporate Mikey suits!), turtlenecks, flannel shirts and vests. I was now Mod Mikey, the guy in the corner of your local cafe scribbling furiously in my notebook (with a big sticker of a rose on the cover). I was also writing songs and singing for friends every chance I could get. Lots of Mod Mikey still lives in me and my writing, but the surface has evolved into the "normal" Mikey you see today.
Check out the wad of hair on the back of Mod Mikey's head